Luyện nghe bài hát Benz Or Beamer

It all started at an scene on Bankhead and Ashby
It's not clear if the suspect it, it is clear he wielded
A and told to get out of his car

Yeah, yeah, it
alligator belts to patty melts, I be that smoothest nigga
So how do you figga that Atlant don't be dem triggas
The Southern playalistic pimp is up in this,
Man, my folkers up on that track, that wickedness

See, one is for the money, two is for my who jack
Niggaz ain't takin' that shit no mo', got big Benz and Cadillac
My gat is in my lap, so wanna be startin' now?
I'm pissin' up on Jeffrey's Dahmer grave, cracker was foul

Too close for comfort, too to home
Too close to be playin' yo ass, so, hey, why you get yo' own
As as I got this legally
People see we can be on top of things without causin'

Another nigga sorrow, I know it seems it enough to go around
But keep on holdin' on Goodie Mob 'cause it's a better day tomorrow
That's all I can say, can't the future
Tomorrow's day but today, they just might shoot you

For your ride, fuck your pride, hah, better be out your
Quick and snappy with a happy face you bleed
Ask me if material shit is worth yo' life
I don't know about yours but if so you smokin' right

Deep in the for these many months
Amongst the Dungeon Dragon as we pass, around dem
Had to cut it out shears, but for years I used to burn 'em
Gettin' deep in my thoughts just to get shit off my

Chess, I never but made many a moves
I still blame it on 'cause I can't remember the due
I guess, I feel that gettin' a is out of the question

The world is yellin' Hoo, but in my pockets nuthin'
But gum and lint, to sum the shit, of I'm
Nothin' but hope, so Big Boi, tell em you toke

I'm up to Jersey with four keys off in my trunk
And thinkin' of startin' the ways to get motherfucker krunk
See, yes, I be that nigga that with that sess off in my
and tokin' them token blacks that wanted to test

See strong survive and the weak niggaz, they die
I fuck no white bitch, I stop eatin' at pig sty
Be that Lo-Jack 'cause the Fleetwood has been stolen
Road is open, the B I G has spoken, 'cause it's like this

I got thoughts, similar to the ones in call of the wild
Up in the Benz is where I be doin' about a hundred
The is fucked up, how these niggaz be drivin' drunk
Vehicular with their bodies off in your trunk

To me the cards is not belong, I use that strong arm
spree, look at me, W M B
Backwards, you to the cha cha with these verses

Comin' around the projects make you off in dem hearses
I got a word of for those who must resist
You'll be needin' a physical therapist 'cause you can't fuck this

While you sat down by the seashore thinkin' about seashells
I was around the corner from Pleasant thinkin' about the V-12
But maybe not for long I just done seen the light
I'm packin' my screwdriver so see I'm be alright

Just moving the steering wheel side to like a slalom
Now I ain't got no problem, I'm breakin' the steerin' column
I him in the middle of the Marta parkin' lot

I'm a voice in the back of my head yellin' Andre stop
But do I stop, naw, I figure a come up
But now I'm goin' down 'cause the wanna run up, damn

These days, the best way to deal with a car
Is to simply give what they want